Chapter Thirteen
When the door opened, Morgan remembered to keep her eyes on the floor, where the elongated shadow of a man appeared. She could hear the sharp intake of his breath as he regarded her.
She had expected Sarah to usher her into one of the house’s many guest rooms, where she could receive Jerry amid candlelight and soft music. She had imagined that it would be a friendly seduction, perhaps they would share a drink to break the ice before they tumbled into the big soft bed together.
Instead, Sarah had produced a collar and leash and led Morgan down to the cellar. Far in the back, beyond the utility room, was a heavy door.
“That was quick thinking,” said Sarah, as she led Morgan toward the door. “I don’t know Jerry all that well, and I’ll remind him that I expect you to be fi
